Walking on the street, it feels as comfortable as flowing water

I believe this is the charm of this city, a city of osmanthus that people will fall in love with as soon as they come.

"Master," Yuemei asked curiously, "What does that short oil mean?"

"The short oil is—" Xintang choked: "It's not meaningful, it's just an exclamation."

"Interlude?" Yuemei became even more curious, "Why haven't I heard such a strange interlude?"

Xintang: "..."

Jun Moli smiled and said, "Yuemei, you must believe that you can hear any strange words in your master..."

They are not from our world, so of course they say differently

Yuemei nodded, "This is it" to get rid of the movie.

What Xintang sometimes says is indeed profound, making people confused.

Seeing her nodding seriously, Xintang and Jun Moli looked at each other and couldn't help but hold their hands tightly against each other.

Thinking back to her own time and space, she almost went back to her own time and space.

If they hadn't stayed because of this love, they would have probably not seen her.

"Crip! Crip!"

Suddenly, a child's quarrel came from the front, and everyone flew to look at the merry-fighting.

I saw several teenage children joking around the old man with white hair and hair, laughing, laughing, and laughing in their words.

The old man ignored it and only struggled to hold a cane in one hand and a vegetable basket in the other.

He lowered his head and moved forward step by step with difficulty, shaking and shaking.

Everyone could see that the bottom of his left trouser was empty. No wonder these ignorant children chased him and called him Crip.

Suddenly a child was so mean and stumbling.
Chapter completed!